【@couchpotatopie】
Just as planned, Jim is at Jenna's doorstep around six pm. He stopped by the convenience store on his way to bring the promised favorite snacks, just for Mister Pomatter Plum Pie and Miss Upisde Down Pineapple.
A slight pang of anxiety gnaws at him, --
@couchpotatopie -- where she sees it everyday?
Unsure yet how he feels, Jim doesn't say anything. While Jenna disappears again to give him a slice of quiche, he looks over at the candle holder again and scowls at it, like the inanimate object should answer for its crime and apologise for --
@couchpotatopie -- different from Lulu's, exclaiming an enthusiastic 'Me!'.
As he follows Jenna to wherever she set up the table—the one for adults and eating actual food this time, Jim really takes in her house for the first time. The photographs here and there, the little hints of what her --
@couchpotatopie --
“I understand. Tea parties are very serious. And fun. I love tea. And I also love quiche, by the way.”
God, he's already blabbering.
@couchpotatopie -- acknowledgements that he guessed where the name came from. Jenma's habit to give very personal names to the pies she creates, like they're works of art, another thing he finds endlessly endearing about her.
He smiles at Jenna as he's led inside by her daughter.
--
@couchpotatopie -- alright."
He blinks in doubt, replaying their conversation from earlier in his head. Did he misinterpret her invitation?
Next, he looks down to the kid half-hiding behind her mother.
"Hey, you. I've been looking forward to this tea party all day," he says cheerily, in a --